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This story is for adult audience only and as such contains scenes that would be considered unsuitable for readers under the age of 18. This story contains gay cub sex and therefore is only suited to those willing to read about such. You have been warned. Any reference to characters living or otherwise is purely coincidental and therefore does not carry any weight in any normal society. Now that that is out of the way, please enjoy the story.

The Glory Of A Summers Day- Part I

It was mid June and the hills were aglow with the beautiful rays of sunshine, bouncing spectacularly off the dawn dew in a rainbow spectrum of shear brilliance. The birds were lazily gliding across the sky, or else resting in the shade of their nests high in the trees, their various chirpings and cheeping muted by the dull whirr of a nearby society going about its business.

It was a peaceful suburbia, a bustling but rather old-fashioned settlement, nestled amongst the high grounds of the hills and mountains nearby. Carriages driven by feral horses quietly rolled by this way and that, making little noise despite the cobbled streets. Adorning each side of those cobbled roads were quaint, decently-sized cottages made out of stone and with shingle tiles plastered skilfully on their tops. It was just outside the back of one of these houses, which a middle aged wolf was laying on a grass verge, accompanied by a much smaller pup on his right hand side.

The larger of the duo was named William, a picture of health in his mid thirties. Standing at six foot three inches and with an overall weight of an average wolf of his age. He had smooth-looking, chestnut brown fur all over his body, dark green eyes and a silky, brush of a tail that gently swept the ground beside him as he lay contented. He was neither muscular, nor chubby, kind of a toned as he had been for most of his life. William was wearing his trademark get-up, which consisted of a white, short sleeved shirt made of a nylon like material and a pair of dark green cargo shorts that went to just past his knees.

And then there was the little pup, who went by the name Milo, a six and a half year old bundle of joy and energy. He was a short three foot two, which was still rather tall for his age as canines tended to have a growth spurt at around ten years old and he was slightly overweight but not too a worrying degree by any stretch of the imagination. Unlike the other, his fur was all stuck up and dark grey in colour and his eyes were an elegant sky blue. His tail however matched that of the older wolfs, albeit shorter and differently coloured. He had a little pot belly and slightly chubby arms and legs, which usually surprised people with their agility despite their looks. He was dressed in a t-shirt, his favourite blue one with the canine character from a children's television programme he liked and a pair of small, red shorts that stopped just short of the crook of his knee. He surely would be the portrait of what a cub his age should be like.

William and Milo just lay there, basking in the afternoon sun and really making the most of the rays. That was, untill Milo started to get bored, as cubs at that age often do. He got up, rubbing his eyes with his paws and looking at the elder wolf before asking quizzically. "What time is it daddy?" William just smiled gently to himself, knowing just why the cub was asking him that purely by his tone of voice. He replied, sighing slightly in content as he rolled up first onto all four paws and then onto his feet carefully, looking down at the pup "It's time we went inside boyo, come on!"

Milo smiled cutely, jumping up onto his feet and smiling up at his father "Ok daddy, all set!" The larger wolf chuckled, leading the cub carefully toward the modest cottage by his right paw. The cub gently jogged along in his father's wake, keeping up with the long strides of the elder wolf with ease. The duo quickly found their way to the light, mahogany rear door to their home, which quickly gave way to the sharp attack from the cub, as he barrelled through it and into the kitchen beyond.

The whites and greys of the marble counter-tops glistened in the light that shined through the circular windows, large dots of pristalline light reflected on the ceiling. The wooden cupboards that supported those thick slabs of stone looked almost new, made of a similar material to the back door and coated in a polish that seemed to make them lighter despite being out of the rays right now. In between a pair of those brown storage spaces stood a large, white fridge freezer, which at that moment was stocked up to the brim on essentials and a lot of snacks too. On one of the walls stood a silver timepiece, displaying the time as just after eight in the afternoon.

As Milo ran forth into the expanse of the cottage, William stayed behind for a moment. The wolf smiled to himself, shaking his head a little and chuckling as he locked up the back door and hung the keys on a small hook next to it "That kid, such a pain in the rear sometimes, but ya gotta love 'im when he's like this..." William laughed gently and opened up the fridge, grabbing himself the milk bottle and pouring himself a helping into a nearby glass on the counter, before gently placing the bottle back inside and closing the door with a shudder at he cool blast that had swept over his body as he had kept it open. He shrugged it off and padded off, into the nicely heated living room, where Milo was sat already and was watching his cartoons.

It was a rather simple living room, consisting of just a largish television screen, which at that moment showed a picture of a rather generic looking alien character talking to a blue and purple fox. There was an ovular table placed in the centre of the room, just big enough to fill the space without being too large and taking away from the room's openness. Last of all their stood a black leather, three-seater sofa, on which Milo was taking up two of the spaces as he watched the show, his little tail beating at the back of the couch. William smirked a little and stood just out of the way of the TV and put his paws on his hips playfully as he spoke in a joking voice "well, didn't take you long to get comfy now did it son?".

The little cub just looked at him with a giggle, sticking out his tongue and stretching his little body out as he tried to fill all the seats "I wasn't, but I am now thanks daddy hehe". It figured that the elder wolf laughed a little, his son was such a smart alec sometimes but he had gotten used to that many moons ago. By now, William knew that he just had to one-up his plans, and in this case it was quite simple. He strode over to the couch, softly seating himself on the cubs stomach, with only just enough force to make him trapped under him as he wiggled his rear on him "Well I think you make a better seat anyway my boy hehe". The cub eeped cutely and giggled as he squirmed about, trying to break away from his fathers heavy bottom "Daddy, I'm not a chair silly!"

The elder wolf just laughed and slowly stood up, looking down and smiled at Milo as he pretended to be a pancake "Hehe, that'll teach you then. Anyway cutie, you need a bath after all that fun you had today, and this time I'm gonna make sure you do it properly." The cub suddenly lost his happy face and wined, ears pinned down. He hated being bathed "properly" and had for about a year now been taking the sneaky route of saying to his father that he wanted to do it himself. He looked up into his father's face and used the cutest eyes he had at his disposal "But daddy..." But William stopped him in his tracks, placing a padded finger to his lips in order to silence him "No buts son, unless it's your little grey fuzzy one getting in that tub, now hop to it and I'll be right up". The cub looked down and whimpered, rolling off the couch and padding off upstairs, resigning to the elder wolf's order. Milo had soon reached the bathroom and used his little stool to reach up and turn the taps on to start running the bath.

The bathroom was a haven of porcelain, the bath, sink and toilet all being made out of the pure-white substance. The walls were wooden like the rest of the house, but had various marks on them were water had splashed out of the bath over the years. The floor was tiled, little green and yellow squares alternating across the ground in an eye entrancing spectacle. Part of this strange flooring was covered by a navy blue rug, which was meant to stop them slipping after a bathing session. A small white showerhead loomed over the bath, hardly ever used by Milo himself but William couldn't deal with the thought of stewing in a bath of his own filth.

Milo started to slowly remove his clothing, first his little blue t-shirt, then his little red shorts and finally his tight white v-fronts. As all the clothes fell to the ground, his pudgy body was revealed to the surrounding air. If anyone were to look at him, they would see his cute slightly rounded arms, legs and belly all looking rather well pronounced under his fur. They would also see his small, soft and squishy looking sheath and tiny ball sack just hidden underneath, nowhere near mature enough to have them dangling yet at his age, as his tail hung over his small rump. The cub wriggled his feet from the legs of his shorts and kicked all his clothing to the side where it would be out of the way. He then padded back onto his stool and turned the taps off, seeing that the bath was ready. Just as he had done this, the elder wolf walked in, a towel draped across his arm as he shut the door gently. He padded up behind the cub and purred, he didn't even know why he did it as he said "Ok son, get in and we can get you all clean."

Milo sighed and literally jumped in making a rather large splash rise from the tub and onto the wall and William's shirt as well. As the cub giggled a little at his wet father, William looked down and rolled his eyes at his soaked shirt "Now look what you did silly, you got my nice shirt all wet. Ahh well, I suppose it'll just have to come off..." Without hesitation he pulled the thin shirt off, tossing it onto the pile of clothes left by the cub. Milo just stopped and stared in admiration at his father, having never seen his chest or stomach area before and being a little jealous of how flat his stomach was compared to the child's own. "How come your belly is all flat and mine is all pudgy daddy?" Milo asked, still being quite young and innocent as he was, he had a lot of questions still to ask about the world and its various things. William just looked at him and poked his son's belly button, making the child giggle and flail a bit as he answered softly "because daddy got rid of his big belly silly".

The cub smiled gently and gave the elder wolf a playful splash with the water, his little tail wagging in the water and making it ripple a bit. William smiled at him and slowly cupped some of the water in his paws, before dunking it over his child's head, making the little bundle of fur soaking wet in an instant. Milo whined slightly, sticking out his tongue as he felt his father's warm paws start to clean his dirty fur of all the mud and things that had accumulated there. The older wolf scritched his claws through the soft fuzz, really making sure he was getting clean. His ears perked up, noticing that the boy had started to softly churr. But then, as he was cleaning the cubs little bubble belly he noticed something that almost made him groan. Just on the horizon of Milo's soft, squishy sheathe, was the pinkish tip of his small boyhood, standing there in the centre of Williams vision.

The older wolf hadn't been ready for that and as he blinked it was like he took a snapshot of that pretty little cock poking out of it's protective pouch. It lodged in his mind and made his own crotch tingle in a sensation that he hadn't felt for a long time...arousal. He shook his head clear, quickly rubbing the cub clean and pulling the plug on the bath before looking away "Can I trust you to dry yourself properly and then get ready for bed son?" Milo tilted his head, but smiled wide as he was freed from the bathing "Yes daddy, I promise I'll do good". William turned his head to smile and nod at him, turning and leaving him to get dry on his own. He padded to the master bedroom and slipped inside shutting the door and switching on the light as he sighed.

The room was a rather spacious one, having plenty of room around the furniture to pad around on the red-carpeted floor with was soft to the touch. There was a king sized bed, quilted in a fine white sheet and dominating most of the space in the room all on its own. Beside that monstrous lump of bed stood two small tables, one either side and each overseen by a spirally lamp that rested on their surfaces. Their was a decently sized wardrobe across the wall beside the door, mahogany like so many other pieces of furniture in that household, with a mirror on the front of its double sliding doors.

William stood there for a moment, before he slowly undid the waistband of his shorts, letting them drop down around his ankles and leaving him stood their in just a pair of grey, pinstriped boxer shorts. Those two, quickly left the grip of his smoothed fur, leaving him completely nude as he stepped from the clothing and stood before his mirror. Reflected in the glass was his usual toned body, thin but powerful looking arms and legs on both sides. It was his crotch that the wolf looked over right now though, his sheath being parted and his thick, black, canine shaft halfway out. His heavy looking balls hung underneath that meaty rod and between his legs, looking like they hadn't been emptied in a good long while. William whined as the image of his sons tip played at his mind, his cock finally hitting the mirror as it reached its full glory of nine inches, smearing the glass a little as it did.

William shuddered and turned away from the mirror, cursing himself silently as he moved to lay himself on his bed. As he swung his legs up onto the soft, cool sheets he thought in his head about what could have just happened to him. He perked his ears, hearing Milo pad into his room and shut the door, before shuffling around a bit and then becoming silent. William sighed, his erection throbbing in the air for attention as he thought about it more and more. It felt so wrong to feel about his own offspring in such a way, but as he subconsciously moved his paw down and started to stroke his member that all changed. It was an intense pleasure that he got, one that shot up his spine and made him moan out a little before he could stop it. He kept stroking, unable to control himself, feeling so dirty and wrong but so good at the same time as his knot quickly expanded, double the width of the rest of his shaft now. He felt himself on edge already and as that image of his sons tip flashed across his mind once more, it drove him far over that wonderful peak.

With a loud series of grunts he came, shooting huge, thick, white shots up a good few feet in the air and all over himself and the bed beneath. His cock erupted for a good minute or two, before it slowly receded into a dribble and he weakly let it flop on his stomach. He was panting like mad, sweating hard and now soaked in his own juices as he came down from that godly orgasm. He looked down at himself, his brown fur totally ruined by the sticky, white liquid as he groaned in a mix of pleasure and disgust at what he had just done. Could he really have just done that...for his son? He sighed, exhausted, nuzzling under his sheets and slowly falling into an uneasy sleep despite the mess, as he thought about what might become of him now that those new needs had surfaced...